Dragon Ball: Everyone's playing the reincarnation game, huh?

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"Goten, what's your score?" Trunks, as if he had found a lifeline, quickly turned to Goten.

"60 points," Sun Wutian replied, scratching his head with a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"Wait a minute, Goten, do you know how to do this problem?" Trunks pointed to one of the relatively complicated math problems and asked Goten in surprise. He remembered that he had answered this problem wrong, but Goten had answered it correctly.

"No." Sun Wukong said truthfully, his eyes calm.

"Then why did you choose C?" Trunks asked, pointing at Goten's answer, even more puzzled.

"Isn't the answer C for three short and one long?" Sun Wutian scratched his head and said seriously.

Trunks: "..."

Trunks silently wiped the sweat from his brow, utterly speechless.

"So you guessed all of these questions?" Trunks truly felt defeated by Goten.

"Hehe, I'm awesome, right?" Sun Wukong grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth.

"Alright, hurry up and decide the order of appearance," Beerus urged impatiently, flicking his tail irritably.

“Trunks, you’re the first.” Vegeta smiled slightly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I’m the second, and the rest can be anyone.”

“Alright.” Sun Wukong did not object and nodded in agreement. “Then I’ll be last, Goten is third, and then Gohan.”

Both Son Goten and Son Gohan nodded, indicating that there was no problem.

That's how the order of appearance for the match was decided.

"Dear contestants, please wait a moment. The martial arts tournament between Universe 6 and Universe 7 is now officially beginning." The referee took the microphone and came to the arena, cleared his throat and announced loudly, "First, let's sing the Universe Song together."

Bardock and the others looked at each other, speechless.

Is this part included?

As soon as the words were spoken, a cute little penguin waddled onto the stage, picked up the microphone in a childish voice, and began to sing a song.

"The universe is so vast, so wide, so expansive!"

Although the song is simple, it carries a pure and infectious charm.

After finishing his song, the little penguin bowed deeply to the audience and then calmly walked off the stage.

Ji Nei: "..."

Bidil: "..."

“So this is the Cosmic Song.” Gine came back to her senses and said with a smile, her eyes filled with a hint of novelty.

"Didn't you hear about it in your past life?" Bidel asked curiously, moving closer.

“No.” Gine shook her head. “In my previous life, I almost never left Planet Vegeta. I lived on the planet the whole time.”

"Tell me quickly, how did you meet Bardock?" Bidel asked with a gossipy look on her face, her eyes sparkling like a curious kitten.

“You should call him Grandpa,” Gine snorted, deliberately putting on a stern face.

"What do you mean, Grandpa? Hurry up and say it, let me eat some melon." Bidel chuckled, not caring at all, and even gently nudged Gine's arm.

Gine covered her face helplessly; this guy was just too gossipy.

"Now, let the match officially begin." The referee's voice rang out again, breaking the little interruption in the audience. "The first round of the match is between Berthamo from Universe 6 and Trunks from Universe 7."

"Go Trunks!" Goten waved vigorously at Trunks and shouted loudly.

Trunks nodded and gave Goten a thumbs up to encourage himself.

"If you lose the first match, you'll lose all your allowance for the year!" Vegeta said coldly to Trunks, his tone laced with threat.

Trunks' lips twitched, his face turned extremely ugly, and he groaned inwardly.

Oh no, I have to play my best in the match!

Trunks and Berthamor stepped into the ring together.

Bodham is a golden bear-man, tall and robust.

Trunks was still young, only reaching Bodham's knees in height, creating a stark contrast when the two stood together.

"A brat who's still wet behind the ears, trying to compete before he's even weaned?" Bodamor looked down at Trunks and sneered, "Can't Universe 7 even muster any adult fighters? Sending a little kid to make up the numbers?"

"Hmph." Trunks snorted coldly, clenching his fists, unfazed by the other party's imposing aura.

"Hey, Beerus, your universe is really pathetic, isn't it?" Champa chuckled gloatingly from the side. "What's the point of bringing two kids to participate in the competition? Are you looking down on Universe Six?"

"Don't worry about that. The main thing is that we have too many contestants to choose from in our universe. We'll just pick a couple to play with you guys." Beerus smiled and retorted nonchalantly, his tone full of confidence.

"Tch, what a braggart. If this kid gets beaten to death, don't blame us for not holding back," Champa scoffed, his eyes full of disdain.

"Whatever," Beerus shrugged nonchalantly.

"The match begins!" the referee announced loudly, waving his flag.

"Kid, I'll let you have a few moves since you're young. Come and attack me if you want." Bodamo put his hands on his hips, looking at Trunks with arrogance, as if victory was in his grasp.

"You said it yourself. If you get eliminated later, don't blame me for not going easy on you." Trunks snorted, a sly glint in his eyes.

"Come on then." Bodamo still stood there with his hands on his hips, chuckling, "You little brat, I'm standing here letting you hit me, and you can't even break my defenses. You think you can eliminate me? What a joke."

"Then I won't hold back!" Trunks said, rapidly increasing his energy. His small figure shot towards Bodham like an arrow, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks at him with swift and fierce movements.

However, Trunks keenly realized that his attacks were like hitting rubber—soft and elastic, unable to cause any damage to his opponent.

Looking at Bodamo again, he had an expression of enjoyment on his face, and even made a graceful turn, leaving his back to Trunks.

"Bang bang bang!"

Trunks' fists rained down on Berthamor's back, making dull thuds.

Bodamo felt even more comfortable, and even groaned in pleasure: "Hmm... it would be even better if the pressure was a little stronger."

Trunks turned pale with anger and kicked Berthamor hard in the shoulder.

Berthamor didn't dodge, letting Trunks kick him, and even laughed, "Not bad, not bad, the pressure was just right this time. It's been a while since I've had a massage, little brat, your technique is pretty good."

"Hmph, don't be so smug!" Trunks was furious. He immediately leaped backward, creating some distance between himself and his opponent, his brow furrowed as he pondered a countermeasure.

"This contestant named Bodamo seems to be no ordinary opponent." Sun Wukong looked at the situation on the stage and stroked his chin with admiration. "His body material seems to be very special; ordinary attacks are ineffective against him."

"This is a rubber man, whose body is made of rubber-like material. It is extremely flexible and difficult to hurt with physical attacks," Vegeta said calmly.

"It seems Trunks won't be easy to beat." Goku nodded, resting his chin on his hand.

"If I can't even handle someone like this, then Trunks isn't my son." Vegeta rolled his eyes at Goku, his tone full of confidence in his son.

"Let me make this clear first, I have absolutely nothing to do with Bulma." Goku suddenly raised his hand and answered seriously, as if afraid Vegeta would misunderstand something.

Vegeta: "..."

Vegeta's face turned green instantly, and veins bulged on his forehead.

You don't need to explain separately!

You can just not say anything!

Who asked you that?

"When I was little, I didn't know any better and I saw Bulma taking a bath. That... is it alright?" Goku muttered to himself when he saw Vegeta's expression. His tone was a little uneasy.

Vegeta took a deep breath, feeling his fist harden, wishing he could punch this idiot away.

"You... what did you say? Say it again!" Vegeta was trembling with rage, veins bulging on his forehead, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

"I didn't say anything." Seeing that things were not going well, Sun Wukong quickly covered his mouth, shook his head like a rattle drum, and looked guilty.

Vegeta's face flushed red and then turned pale, his chest heaving violently as he suppressed the urge to beat the idiot in front of him to a pulp.

On the ring, Trunks clenched his fists tightly, his face flushed red, looking utterly unwilling.

The attack just now didn't work?

"Kid, how about it? Hurry up and admit defeat!" Bodamo beckoned with a disdainful look. "Go back and finish kindergarten before you come out to participate in the competition, so you don't embarrass yourself here."

"Beerus, it seems our universe is destined to win the first match." Champa smiled smugly and gave Beerus a provocative look.

Beerus glanced at him indifferently, too lazy to pay him any attention, his eyes fixed on Trunks in the ring.

"Stop looking down on me!" Trunks snorted coldly, and suddenly a dazzling golden light burst forth from his body. His golden hair moved without wind, and his aura surged instantly as he activated his Super Saiyan transformation.

"What?" Bodamo was stunned, his contempt freezing instantly. He clearly hadn't expected this little brat to have this trick up his sleeve.

Upon seeing Trunks' transformation, Champa, who had been watching the show the whole time, suddenly widened his eyes, his face showing a hint of astonishment, and his body involuntarily leaned forward.

"Vados, this kid's transformation doesn't seem simple," Champa said in a deep voice, his tone tinged with seriousness.

“Yes, yes, the energy will increase at least 50 times,” Bardos quickly replied, her sweet smile still on her face.

"You... what did you say?" Champa exclaimed in astonishment, "A 50-fold increase in energy? Are you kidding me? How is that possible!"

“Oh dear, I’m not joking.” Bardos chuckled and pointed at Trunks on the ring. “Judging from the current energy levels, young Trunks’ energy has far surpassed that of Mr. Bodamore.”

Xiangpa's lips twitched, and he swallowed hard.

This little brat even knows how to transform?

"Well then, I'm going to start the attack again. Are you ready?" Trunks grinned, shook his fist, and golden energy swirled around it, making a buzzing sound.

"Don't think you're something special just because you're glowing with golden light." Bodham snorted, trying to appear calm, but a hint of panic crept into his heart.

"boom!"

Trunks stomped his foot hard, and a thin crack appeared in the arena floor instantly. He then threw a punch as fast as a cannonball, slamming it into Berthamor's body.

When Trunks' fist slammed into Berthamor, it suddenly embedded itself deeply into the rubbery body, as if sinking into a quagmire.

Trunks was stunned. What was going on?

Bodamo also wore a contemptuous smile, still with his hands on his hips, extremely smug, and even deliberately sticking out his belly.

However, immediately afterward, Bodham suddenly felt waves of intense pain, like electric shocks, coursing through his body, causing him to let out a scream.

"call out!"

Bodham flew backward like an arrow released from a bow, crashing heavily into the protective barrier surrounding the arena with a dull thud, causing ripples to spread across the barrier.

Trunks was also bounced back by the reaction force, tumbling several times on the ring before his body uncontrollably slid towards the edge of the ring.

Just as he was about to fall off the ring, Trunks reacted quickly, reaching out and grabbing the edge of the ring to prevent himself from falling.